“I-I dunno, Gamzee.”

	The crazy-haired boy grinned, “C'mon, Tav, it'll be so fun!”

	The tall Latino shifted his weight on Gamzee's bed, the springs squealing in protest. “I've never done it before. It's.... bad.” Even Tavros was aware how lame that response was.

	“Seriously dude! I wanna see you high, it'd be so fucking funny!”

	“I mean...” Tavros' face was redder than Gamzee'd ever seen it. The muscled boy bit his lip, and fell into silence for several seconds. Gamzee looked at him expectantly.

“...Ugh... Okay, fine.”

Gamzee whooped, hopping from his seat at his desk and throwing his arms above his head in a melodramatic show of elation. He ran the few steps to his desk, reached into the cubby and a moment  later extracted the drugs.

Tavros watched in fascinated apprehension as Gamzee worked. He had no idea what the lithe boy was doing. He had never even seen weed before. He watched Gamzee's deft fingers work, his body hunched over as he packed a bowl.

Gamzee stood up suddenly, and walked over to the bed, pipe in hand. “Kay man, you first.”

Tavros shook his head. “N-no way, Gamz! I don't know what I'm doing!”

Gamzee laughed, “It's super motherfuckin' easy, dude! Just inhale.” He pulled the pipe back, and brought out his lighter from his pocket (a purple Bic, the only color he'd buy). “Here, dude, I'll get it lit. What you're gonna wanna do is suck in as long as you can, and when you take the pipe from your mouth, don't exhale right away, suck in just a bit more, so the smoke in your mouth and windpipe still gets to your lungs.”

He flicked the lighter on, and brought the pipe to his lips. Tavros watched in rapt attention as Gamzee starting inhaling and lowered the flame to the weed. The plant matter glowed red and curled and smoked, and Gamzee flicked off the lighter and lowered his hand, but continued inhaling. Finally, several seconds later, he motioned to Tavros, then took the pipe from his mouth and handed it to his friend.

Tavros took the pipe, cradling it awkwardly in his hands. His eyes wide, he stared at Gamzee, “W-wait, what do I do?” Gamzee exhaled, blowing a thick column of smoke up towards the ceiling. He looked at Tavros, “Tav, baby, you're supposed to take a hit.”

“Oh! Um...” Tavros brought the pipe to his lips and tried to suck. A stale, woody taste filled his mouth; he grimaced around the mouthpiece. Gamzee barked in laughter, “Dude, I think it went out. Here.” He raised the lighter up and flicked it on again, and brought the flame down to the bowl. “'Kay, dude. Suck.”

Tavros inhaled. Immediately he felt it. It was horrible. Like a million little knives jabbing into his chest. He kept breathing in though, the heat spreading throughout his lungs. It felt like his insides were on fire. He had to be doing something wrong, inhaling sparks or something; it was just unbearable.

“That's it man, keep going. Get as much as you can; you got big motherfuckin' lungs, dude. Fill 'em up.”

Tavros kept going, and the discomfort grew. Finally it felt like his lungs were as full as he could get them, and the burning was intolerable. He released the pipe from his lips, trying to follow Gamzee's advice and suck just a bit more air in, but when he inhaled, his diaphragm fought back in protest and he was sent into a violent fit of wracking coughs. A cloud of smoke issued from his mouth as he attempted to hack up a lung. 

Gamzee went into a new fit of laughing as he removed the pipe from Tavros' hands. He brought the pipe up to his lips and took another long drag. He offered the pipe back to Tav, whose coughs had only just died down. The huge musclebound jock looked like he was about to cry as he accepted the pipe once more, but there was no way he was gonna come across as uncool to his friend. This time he didn't hesitate but immediately began sucking on the end of the mouthpiece; Tavros could see the embers glow brighter in the bowl beneath his nose and the same burning sensation filled his chest. He took a smaller hit this time, not allowing himself to intake enough to launch himself back into another coughing fit. 

Clenching his jaw and fighting the urge to cough, he returned the pipe to Gamzee, and then slowly let his breath out through his nose, smoke issuing out like a bull snorting in some old time cartoon. Gamzee wanted to faint as he took the pipe; damn that was hot! He examined the bowl, poking at the ashes with the bottom of his lighter. “Damn, Tav, you and your big lungs finished that in 2 hits,” the stoner laughed as he walked over to his open window and blew the ashes out into the night. He strode across the room and replaced the lighter and pipe beside his weed. He didn't put any of it back away in the cubbie.

“How ya feel, Tav?”

Tavros smacked his lips, mouth suddenly deathly dry, “When—“ He coughed once, then swallowed, his voice a bit raspy, “When am I supposed to feel it?”
Gamzee shrugged and flopped onto his bed beside his hulking bestie, “I'm already high, dude.”  

Tavros examined Gamzee. His eyes were red and his ever-present smile looked slightly more slack-jawed than normal. He stopped for a moment of self-reflection. How did he feel? “Um. Mostly my lungs burn like hell.”

Gamzee yelped again in laughter, “Yeah. Shit's a motherfuckin' bitch ain't it?”

“I guess I also feel really... floaty, almost.”

Gamzee nodded, grin wide, “'S nice, right?”

Tavros wasn't as sure about that. But even with the fire still burning low in his chest, there was a definite feeling of euphoria spreading through his mind too. Plus, he really didn't want to disappoint Gamzee. “Yeah. I think I like it.”

Gamzee pulled his phone out of his pocket, messed around for a moment, then returned it to his pocket. A second later, soft music began to play. A lilting male voice, gentle and breathy, cut in atop the melody, “Thinking outrageously, I write in cursive...” 

Gamzee indicated vaguely at the ceiling, “Motherfuckin' built-in, bluetooth speakers.” He shrugged, “What can I say. The 'rents are motherfucking loaded, need to spend their wealth on all the extraneous shit they can think of. Fuckin' hate it.”

Tavros looked up at the ceiling. Sure enough, there were speakers inlaid in the white ceiling. “Oh. That's cool,” He said, feeling lame. It was difficult to think of words; he grasped at them, but they flitted away and left him sitting there silent and gormless. 

There were several seconds of quiet between the two, absolute silence prevented by the music still playing from the overhead speakers. Finally Gamzee turned his head towards Tavros, and grinned, positively devilish. “You wanna smoke more?”

Two bowls later, the pair was falling all over themselves laughing. They had migrated to the floor, lying on their backs, heads side by side, bodies flopped across Gamzee's plush carpeted floor in opposing directions. They stared at Gamzee's ceiling; Tavros grinning at the way if he unfocused his eyes just right the white speckled surface seemed to be comprised of faintly luminescent blue dots all spinning about. 

“What do you think, Tav?”

Tavros's head lolled to the side, peering at his friend beside him. Gamzee couldn't suppress his laughter at Tavros's slack mouth and vacant gaze.

“Huh-?” The giant grunted.

“Were you even motherfucking listening?” Gamzee laughed.

Tavros blinked, “Gamz.... if I'm honest I don't really know what's going on right now at all.”

Gamzee barked in laughter, and, whether he really got the joke or not, Tavros joined. “You are so motherfucking blazed, man.” 

“Yeah....” Tavros replied, mouth cracking into a grin, “I noticed!” 

They both broke into another fit of laughter. As their chortles ceased, and they resumed staring up at the ceiling in an unintentional profound silence.

“Gamzee... have you ever had a girlfriend?”

The question surprised the lanky boy. He sat up and looked at Tavros, his hulking body contrasting the earnest and rather naïve look on his face. Gamzee looked at the boy for another moment, wondering why he had asked. Then he shrugged, “Nah. I'm a dick-sucking queer.”

Tavros's eyes widened, “What!?”

“I'm a fag. A poof. I'm gay, Tavros.”

“O-oh!” Tavros exclaimed, “I didn't, y'know, mean it in a bad way or anything I was just surprised tha-”
 
“Motherfuckin' chill, dude!”  Gamzee interrupted, laughing, “I didn't take it in a bad way. Just playin' with you dude ;o)” 

“Oh, well... It's just...” Tavros stopped, staring the pale, shaggy-haired youth in his bloodshot eyes. His heart pounded as hard as it ever had in his life, and he felt like he could barely breathe. “Just t-that, um, I-I'm... that t-too.”

Gamzee blinked, eyes wide and owlish. Then he closed his mouth, and returned Tavros's gaze very seriously, “Is this the first time you've come out?”

Tavros bit his lip. He gave a small nod.

“Thank you.” Gamzee said it with an earnest solemnity that surprised Tavros. 

They stared at each other. 

Suddenly Tavros giggled. “What's so motherfuckin' funny?”

“I'm still super high.” Tavros responded, before breaking into a full on chortle.

“No shit!” Gamzee replied, joining him.

They fell into a silent stare again.

“Wanna make out?” 

Tavros's stomach did a double back handspring. “....Ohgodyeah.”

Then before Tavros could take another breath Gamzee's mouth was against his. Oh god, a boy, an actual amazingly cute boy, was pressing his warm lips against Tavros's, was kissing him passionately! His heart raced, his face flushed, as his lips sunk into Gamzee's kiss.

Their mouths broke. 

“I... I've never been kissed before,” Tavros said, panting.

“Well,” Gamzee replied, “I'm motherfuckin' honored to be the first.” 

Tavros grabbed the front of Gamzee's loose tee-shirt in his meaty hand, and pulled his face back down to his. Their lips met once more, and this time Tavros returned the energy that Gamzee gave. Tavros felt a warm wetness (very distinct somehow from the warm wetness of his own mouth) on his tongue as Gamzee dipped his own into Tavros's mouth. Their tongues touched, sliding gently against each other as their lips embraced. 

Gamzee pulled back, breaking the kiss. He put a hand on Tavros's chest (his huge, gigantic, bulging chest. His long, spindly fingers spread and fully extended, Gamzee could not even cover the entirety of Tavros's left pectoral), and got up, swinging one leg over the monstrous muscleboy's torso. He planned to straddle the massive man and return to licking his tonsils, but found that Tavros was so wide that to put both his knees on the ground was downright uncomfortable; instead, he rested his entire weight on top of Tavro's abdomen. 

“This isn't uncomfortable for you, is it?” The wild-haired youth asked.

Tavros smiled innocently, “I can barely feel you!”

Jegus Christ, this kid was gonna make him cream his shorts. Speaking of which, Gamzee's cock felt like it was about to burst right out of his shorts. The loose cargos were pulled taught due to the massive tent he was pitching. As he leaned forward, once more forcing his mouth against Tavros's, his dick ground through the layers of his boxers and shorts and Tavros's shirt against the rock hard abdominals of his huge friend (with whom he just happened to be making out passionately). 

The titan felt the burning heat of Gamzee's bulge pressing against his upper belly, and he groaned in pleasure into the lithe man's mouth. Underneath his multiple-X L shorts he felt his cock stirring, fighting against its cloth prison. 

Gamzee's hands could not keep to themselves as the pair continued their sloppy makeout; they began to roam the impossible landscape of Tavros's upper body, starting at his cannonball shoulders, moving inwards, feeling the raw power of the rock hard delts beneath his fingers, even the atlas's bull neck was unimaginably wide and strong as Gamzee's digits drifted over his skin, migrating northward, right hand carressing the boy's cheek and left cupping the backside of his head, almost forcing theirs lips ever harder together. 

Their mouths broke once more. “God,” Gamzee breathed, face but an inch from Tavros's, staring directly into his huge chocolate eyes, “You're so motherfucking beautiful.” He kissed him again, short and sweet, before continuing, “Like so motherfucking impossibly hot.” Another peck, and Gamzee's hands found themselves on his arms, feeling his iron-hard biceps, “You're the fucking hugest guy I've ever seen and you're also so motherfucking pretty and beautiful and cute and nice and so motherfucking nice to be around I just can't fucking get over how motherfucking lucky I was to meet you let alone motherfucking be friends with you let alone motherfucking stick my tongue down your throat on the floor of my room.” 

As Gamzee spoke Tavros began to blush, and the redness in his cheeks only spread as Gamzee continued his praise. “U-um, t-thanks....” Tavros responded, knowing at once it was lame sounding, “Honestly, though, I, uh, feel the same way. I mean like about feeling lucky to be here. I mean, what I'm saying is you're super hot, Gamz. To be honest, I kinda first talked to you because I thought you were really cute.” 

Gamzee sputtered, “Me? Motherfuckin' cute?? I'm a fucking flagpole with arms and an untameable fuckin' mane, what the motherfuck is cute about me?”

“Everything, dude,” Tavros retorted simply, then grabbed the back of Gamzee's head, running his fingers through his thick, curly hair, and pulled him back down for another kiss. Gamzee felt like he was fucking melting from shock, awe, and pure lust. That Tavros thought Gamzee was attractive too only turned him on more and made his cock throb ever harder in his shorts.

Wildly, passionately, the unbelievably stoned boys went at each other once more. Gamzee felt wild, and without meaning to or realizing it, began to undulate his hips, grinding his rock-hard erection against the even-more-rock-hard abs of the titan he straddled. His hands flew over every inch of Tavros they could reach, rubbing his double-width shoulders, squeezing his impossible biceps, running them up and down his sides.

“Oh god, Tav, I wanna fucking worship your body you're so motherfucking hot,” Gamzee breathed, mouth only an inch from Tavros's, his warm breath blowing across his lips. 

“W-Well.... I guess I wouldn't mind that,” Tavros replied, his own heart pounding in desperate desire and anticipations, a throbbing so powerful Gamzee felt it through the layers of muscle of the giant man's pecs. Gamzee rolled off the giant, who quickly sat up, and then stood, and before he could stop to second guess himself or grow nervous, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off.

Tavros's torso was unimaginably more hot up close and personal than from across a locker room. His abs were like a cobblestone street, each muscle clearly delineated. Above them were the most succulent pair of mantits Gamzee had ever seen or even imagined, jutting out and hanging heavy, Tav’s dark, thick, studded nipples pointing downward, the crevice between them deep enough for Gamzee to bury his face in.

Gamzee got to his knees in front of Tavros, and without a word he began to feel up the muscles of the titan. His long fingers played over the bricks of Tavros's midsection, working their way up, gently massaging the impossible muscle as they moved. Tavros, for his part, had no idea what was going on; his head was cloudy and all he could focus on was the absolute hotness of his lithe friend on his knees before him. He had never been touched the way that Gamzee was touching him now, every nerve ending was electrified by the feel of his hands gliding over them, a sexual thrill just from having his abdomen caressed by his friend's hands. He panted, the simple reality of the situation causing him to breath deeply.

Gamzee stood. Even at his impressive 6'1” he was dwarfed by Tavros, whose head stretched at least a foot taller. “God, how tall are you, anyway?”

“Uh, 7’4”....”
Gamzee groaned, “That is so hot.” He redoubled his efforts, with one hand gently pinching and tweaking Tavros’s right nip, teasing the metal barbell between his fingers, and, tilting his head upwards slightly (because Tav was just that motherfucking tall), he planted his lips right over Tav’s fat left teat. 

The bull-balled stud moaned in his deep bass rumble. He could have never imagined his chest could feel so good. The combination of Gamzee’s sucking and rubbing and pinching was better than any masturbation session he’d ever had. 

Tavros’s pants were getting uncomfortably tight. He could feel his slumbering beast gently pulsing with his heart, and knew it was only a matter of time now. “Um, hey, Gamz….. I-... I think I need to take my pants off….”

Gamzee’s mouth broke contact with Tav’s chest, he looked into the Latino’s eyes frenzied, “Fuck yes! Motherfucking take ‘em off!”

Gamzee dropped to his knees, sliding his hand down Tavros’s torso til it reached the waistline of his shorts. The magnificent bulge was Gamzee’s entire world, jutting out nearly a foot from Tavros’s groin, taking up the majority of Gamzee’s view. He pictured what he had seen in the showers. It seemed almost hard to believe such a monster could be contained in the overworked shorts in front of him.

Enough waiting around, he figured, and almost violently undid the clasp of Tavros’s pants. The zipper could not contain the pressure by itself and instantly ripped open. The front part of Tavros’s bulge sagged forward through the newly opened channel. A tightly-cloth-wrapped mass of flesh bulged out up and over the sagging shorts. Gamzee pressed his face against it, the underwear-covered flesh soft and pliable and oh so hot.

He hooked his fingers over the waistband and yanked the shorts down. They caught for a moment on the monstrous bulge, but once they got past the titans knees, they fell of their own accord. Tavros was left standing in naught but a pair of comically proportioned tighty-whiteys. The gigantic junk seemed to have expanded with its freedom from the constrictive shorts. The bulge easily reached slightly past Tavros’s knees, and seemed even fatter than before.

Tavros had said nothing, only breathed heavily and moaned with his eyes closed and head tilted back, even as Gamzee now grabbed the underwear and likewise peeled them off. Inch by inch, the fabric peeled away and more and more of Tavros’s fantastic dick was revealed. Gamzee was in heaven. He couldn’t wait any longer; he pulled down as hard as he could, and the underwear instantly ripped the rest of the way off and fell to Tavros’s ankles. The massive dick, now completely free, sprung forward, smacking Gamzee square in the face. The beanpole fell back on his ass, shocked.

Tavros moaned as his dick was finally freed, and almost without realizing it, he grasped the impossible shaft in one hand. Gamzee watched amazed; Tavros’s dick was semi-erect, yet it hung in a lazy arc reaching over a foot in front of Tav and down almost past his knees. The musclebeast’s hand barely wrapped halfway around the shaft. And it was growing. And quickly.

In only a moment of light stroking, his cock was raised itself to about parallel with the ground, and considerably larger than it was a moment ago. Tavros lifted the shaft up til it pressed flush against his bulging pecs, the oversized, foreskin-covered head just about level with his chin. The giant cock was almost hard; Tavros flexed the shaft, and it surged another few inches longer, and swelled thicker, pulsing turgidly with awesome power. The godcock was fully hard, the exposed glans even with Tavros’s mouth, a full 2&½ feet of hot cockflesh.

Gamzee broke out of his stupor and went right back into a frenzy. The sight of the massive cock made him hornier than anything else had in his entire life. He tore his own clothes off in half a second, revealing his long, bone-white torso, his creamy thighs, and finally (and astoundingly to the still-very-inebriated Tavros) an impressive 11 inch hardon. 

He stood up, grabbing the massive shaft in front of him. It was thicker than his arm, way thicker, and his hand barely encircled a third of it. He grabbed it with both arms, pulling down. He wanted to face the cock eye to “eye”, but as he tried to pull the shaft down to his level, he had a problem. The rigid cock was so hard, he couldn’t pull it down. He wrapped his arms around the shaft and pulled with all his might, and still it didn’t budge past about 60 degrees. Taking a small breath, Gamzee gave a small hop, clutching tight to the shaft. And he hovered. The cock was so powerfully hard that even with all of Gamzee’s weight his feet hovered a few inches off the ground.

Tavros chuckled at the sight. Then flexed his dick subconsciously, causing a jolt just strong enough to loosen Gamzee’s grip and send him sprawling to his knees. The huge shaft, free of its load, sprung upwards and smacked Tavros’s chest with a loud, meaty Thwack! 

Tavros and Gamzee looked at each other. At the same time, they burst out laughing. 

“God, Tav, your cock is so motherfuckin’ hot!”

“No, gosh, Gamz, the way you were treating me just now?  I-I felt like I was gonna die it was so good.”

Gamzee stood up again, “I got an idea. Can you lift me up so I straddle your dick?”

Tavros understood perfectly, he grabbed the shorter male underneath his armpits and hefted him til each of his legs was either side of his shaft, then let him rest of the huge root of the cock. The thick shaft had no problem supporting Gamzee’s basically negligible weight. Gamzee’s feet rested atop  Tavros’s roiling, pumpkin-esque balls, and his head was even with the tops of Tavros’s pecs, giving him a huge, warm pillow to rest his back against.

The skinny youth wrapped his arms around the massive shaft and began to pump up and down with his entire body. The fleshy foreskin of Tavros’s cock slid over the melon-sized cockhead, eliciting an appreciative purr from the hulk.

The multiple-inch cumslit of the huge dick had begun to drool clear prejism copiously. The liquid poured in rivulets down over the cockhead and down the shaft. While Gamzee continued to work the shaft, Tavros grabbed him by his sides with his massive paws. Grunting, he began to pump Gamzee’s body up and down himself. The fact that the huge man could so easily use his body as a masturbation aide only turned Gamzee on more.

Gamzee humped the huge shaft in front of him furiously. His own cock was drooling plenty of pre, but it was hardly necessary, as Tavros was like a motherfucking garden hose. By now the whole shaft was slick with his precum.

Tavros let go of Gamzee’s sides, and instead grabbed him under the armpits again, flipping the skinny boy around so they were face-to-face. And once again, Tavros pressed their faces together in a passionate kiss. Their hot mouths went at each other wildly, sucking at one another’s faces.

After a moment, Gamzee broke the kiss. Tavros set him down once more, straddling his dick. The second Tav’s monster pecs came into sight, Gamzee dove at them. He sucked the huge metal bar stuck through the overisized nip, gently biting the cold steel and nibbling at the tender titflesh. 

Everything about it felt so good to Tavros. Their burning flesh pressed up against one another, the desperate ministrations of Gamz on his cock, on his chest, it was all too much. Tavros’s towering cock was iron-hard, so pumped full of blood it felt like to explode. His whole body felt that way; vascular and pumped and huge and just so intoxicatingly good.

He groaned, a deep bass vibrato, “Uhhhhh! Gamzee, I-I feel kinda weird.” It was almost like he was going to cum: a deep, intense pleasure building from his core out, but he knew somehow that wasn’t it. “I’m gonna-” 

Gamzee tore himself away from Tavros’s heaving chest, growling, “Yeah, do it! Motherfuckin’ cum for me, Tav.”

Tavros wanted to tell him that wasn’t it, that he was feeling something else, something totally alien and totally, completely arousing. But he couldn’t; his moan had crescendoed until he could no longer help but to let it out. The building pressure was at its breaking point, and suddenly his body could take no more.

Tavros’s vocalizations became an outright yell, as all over, all at once, his body began to expand. His massive manteats, the end of which were once again being furiously orally worshipped by Gamzee inflated, growing outward and downward, the monstrous pecs becoming ever more monstrous. His cannonball-dwarfing shoulders widened and thickened ever more, turning the double-wide man into something more like triple-wide. 

Gamzee didn’t understand what was happening. He was wild with lust, expecting a massive cumshot from his friend, but instead he felt the flesh all around him burning even hotter with energy as it began to expand. The cock he straddled grew, slowly forcing his legs wider apart; the balls on which his feet rested inflating like water balloons. 

The force at which precum gushed from the massive cockhead increased as it grew, sending the slick, clear fluid in a small arc, splashing down onto the huge shaft and all over Gamzee, soaking the tiny gay. 

Tavros lifted his left arm, flexing his bicep. The incredible muscle bulged into a basketball sized mound that only swelled with time. His head was slowly inching higher, his mohawk stretching closer to the 10 foot ceiling. He was pushing 7’6” as it was, but as his musculature pumped fuller and fuller he only grew taller.

Gamzee felt the hot skin beneath his fingers as he teased Tavros’s other nipple with his left hand. He could feel the burning heat beneath the flesh, and feel the way the skin bulged and expanded between his fingers. He couldn’t believe it; he released the raw, red nipple from his mouth and looked up and down Tavros’s body. 

It was true; the gigantic, titanic man was becoming larger. He had gone from an unbelievable 7’2” and 350 lbs of meaty muscle to an absolutely impossible 7’6” and 400 lbs. And he was still getting bigger. 

Gamzee tore himself away from the amazing pecs. “What the fuck!? Tav, you’re motherfucking growing!!!” 

Tavros’s face was flushed, and his breath was ragged, “I-I know… i-it feels so good.” It was like some incredibly long, full-body orgasm, every muscle, every cell exploding with growth. 

“It’s motherfucking impossible, man!” Gamzee exclaimed in disbelief. The object of his absolute sexual obsession, the muscular beast so huge it gave him a perma-boner was getting bigger.  “Keep motherfucking going!” 

Tavros’s muscles were beginning to fight for space on his incredible body; his shoulders running into his thick neck, his biceps forcing his arms out to almost silly angles as they pressed against his massively wide torso. His legs fought for room as his thighs grew almost as thick as his waist.

Gamzee turned, grabbing the massive, growing cock to stabilize himself as he spun around to face the vein-covered throbbing shaft. It was taller than even moments ago, reaching to above his brow; his cock now rivaled him for height, stretching at least 3 feet from his crotch, and much wider than Gamzee’s thigh. Precum was still fountaining out, a ridiculous continuous stream arcing several inches, drenching Tavros’s own head, running down his neck and shoulders in rivulets, glazing him in a shiny film of his own genetic material. 

Gamzee wrapped his arms around the leg-sized cock, and like before, began to work his arms up and down, slowly at first. But as he dragged the fat, heavy foreskin up and down, making it glide over the ultra-sensitive shaft, he gradually increased his tempo until he was frantically jerking the huge dick.

Tavros was blinded by bliss. Somehow the pleasure of growth was magnified tenfold the moment Gamzee laid his hands on the monster prick once more. He was 8 feet tall, about 4 feet wide, with pectorals like large beach balls, abdominals that bulged out and fought each other for space on his rock hard core, and junk that would put a whole stable of Clydesdales to shame. His balls, something like a foot and a half in diameter, now firmly rested on the ground, while his 42 inch shaft stretched to just above his head. He was still absolutely pissing precum, and the flow rate only increased with Gamzee’s ministrations. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore. A low, powerful noise built from his belly up, coming out first as a moan, then a groan, before developing into an out and out roar. Tavros was beyond understanding what was happening to him; he was a giant, stoned outta his mind, and all he could perceive was complete sexual energy, the feeling of possessing so much burning hot mass, so many bulging muscles. Without warning, his cock exploded; the cum blasted out of the oversized pissslit on the heels of the precum, rocketing up at least a few feet before splashing back down over the lust-crazed pair.

Gamzee was wild, still desperately jerking the huge cock. He lapped up the monumental amounts of jizz that flowed down from the peak, drinking his friend’s cum as if it were the nectar of life itself. The first jet alone was powerful, 10 second blast; Gamzee could almost feel the gallons of splooge coursing up through the shaft. A second’s pause, punctuated by the heavy slap of the last of his first wad smacking against the boys’ skin, and then once more the fist-sized cumslit dilated, and a second blast, as powerful and voluminous as the first followed. 

Time was meaningless to the both of them. Tavros felt locked in some eternal, ultimate orgasm, beyond any sexual experience he had known before. And as Gamzee continued to furiously work and worship the pulsing treetrunk, he knew that this is what he was meant for; to pleasure, to serve, to totally worship the impossible, beautiful body of this god. 

Cum continued to rain down. The floor around the pair was utterly soaked, a puddle of jizz wide and deep and not-too-slowly expanding. Both boys were totally plastered in the thick, creamy fluid. With each wad shot, Tavros’s orgasm winded down just a little bit more; each jet reached a little less high and lasted a little less long, and yet each still amounted to a gallon or more of spunk. 

Finally, with one last flex and a “small” jet of cum drooled out (small being very relative here: it was still more than Gamzee could produce in a whole orgasm). Gamzee relaxed, exhausted. He hadn’t realized until that moment how incredibly motherfucking difficult worshipping a dick like this was. He had cum at some point, he thought, tho could hardly be sure: whatever he might have added to the deluge would just be a drop in the ocean.

Tavros was panting. Smiling, Gamzee turned to look him in his big, brown eyes, “I guess I got a workout in with you today after all.” 

Then, reaching up to cup the back of Tavros’s neck with one hand, Gamzee pulled his face down to his own and kissed his new (and hopefully very good) friend deeply on the lips.